ALL CAPS: raised voice

Italics: Thoughts

Chapter One: London

BellaPOV:

Here we are, almost back to the place where it all started. We are passing under the bridge right now. We would still be lost at sea if it weren't for Anthony.

I'm standing next to my twin, Benjamin, at the rail. Anthony is on his other side.

" I have sailed the world and seen its wonders. From the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru, but there's no place like London," Anthony sang.

"No there's no place like London ," Benjamin and I sang, in unison, as was often the case," There's a whole in the world. It's a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit a privileged few, making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo. Turning beauty to filth and greed I, too, have sailed the world and beheld its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru, but there's NO PLACE LIKE LONDON. No there's no place like London…." We trailed off as the ship docked.

My brother and I were here under false identities. We would be barbers again to make our living. Our once brown hair has now darkened to black with a single white stripe on one side of our heads. We've both become paler and our eyes have ever-present shadows.

"Thank you Anthony, if it weren't for you we would be lost in the ocean still." We said.

"Might I see you both again?" He asked.

"You might find us if you like. 'Round Fleet Street….. In these once familiar streets I feel …. Shadows." We said. I started remembering the Judge again. I haven't thought of him in a while.

"Shadows?"

"Ghosts. Do indulge us Anthony, for our minds are far from easy."

"Please explain, my friends."

"There was a barber and his wife. And she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous. And he was, naïve. There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. A pious vulture of the law, who with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate, then there was nothing, but to wait. For she would fall, so soft, and, oh, so beautiful." We trailed off, not wanting to think of what most likely happened to Lucy.

"And the lady, did she succumb?"

"Oh, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know," We started to leave," Goodbye Anthony."

~ Sorry about the shortness, but that is to avoid a REALLY long oneshot.